Life without internet is quite the experience, I am discovering. I haven't had internet in my house since the beginning of May. Now, I have access at work and at friend's houses, so it's not that I don't have any access, but still...
Dear Sarah got married, so I ended up moving into an apartment, alone for the summer until my roommate Gianna moves in in August. It's been very interesting learning to live by myself. For one, I discovered the joy of living by yourself in the morning. You can use the blender, blast music, stumble into your door and yell threats at it, all without the fear of waking up your roommate. On the other hand, I absolutely hate living alone in the evenings...especially without internet... It's so boring. Literally the only things to do at my apartment are read, cook, and write letters. That's it. And those don't take up nearly enough time to fill all my evenings. What this means is that I frequently end making desperate phone calls to all my friends. And I mean all of them. And if no one is free, then I throw a pity party. Not really, but you get the gist.
My relay race is coming up in a week. A week! Ah! I can hardly believe it's almost here already. I feel pretty ready for it - I know, mentally, that I'm ready for it. But I go back and forth between being really jazzed and panicking. Mostly jazzed, but still, sometimes I contemplate running 13.1 miles within 24 hours - I've never done that. Ever. I'm sure it'll be awesome, and crazy, and tiring, and completely fantastic. I just have to get over the anticipation. It'll be fine once I get there - I'll be cool as a cucumber. :)
One of the cool things about doing this run is that now running 13.1 miles seems totally achievable - which means that my dreams of a half-ironman are completely within my reach. Next year could be a very cool year if I can pull this off. Aaaaah! If I had told myself two years ago I would be seriously contemplating a half-ironman, I might have laughed at myself. My body is not naturally built for endurance activities. Short burst with lots of power, I got you covered, but plod along for...ever? Not my natural bent. But the awesome thing about our bodies is that they are totally trainable! With the right plan and the right gear, you can teach your body to do amazing things, things that you may have not thought possible before.
Speaking of half-ironmans, that brings me to a pet-peeve. I guess not really a pet-peeve, more like uncomfortable situations for myself. When I tell people I'm planning to do a half-ironman within 2 years, the most common reaction is some variant of "Wow! You're so awesome and talented!". While being very flattering and all, I'd rather you save that until AFTER I actually follow through and complete the triathlon. I mean, I am awesome, it's true, but I could talk from here to kingdom come about doing a half and never actually do it. Until I cross that finish line, I'm all talk. Once I actually start training and then physically go do it, then I can accept the praise with good grace. Until then, I just feel a little weird being considered cool just because I have plans to do this really cool thing. Maybe I'm weird, but it just makes me a little uncomfortable to accept that kind of praise when I haven't done anything yet.
Work is really busy. One therapist left at the end of June, another is leaving at the end of July, and we have two coming on beginning of August. Good gracious. And June set a record for number of new patients scheduling for that month. So everyone is really full, really busy, and I run with a smile and a sense of having 20 millions things that need doing. It's better than being bored, but still - I have a feeling this next month is going to be a long one.
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